There is a very structured train seating selection system that guides a traveller’s preference that you will notice if you pay attention. The first seats to get snapped up are the two-person bench window seats, followed by the three-person window seats. Then the isle position of the three-person seats are the favourite, followed by the aisle of the two-person seats and finally the most dreaded of all is the middle position of the three-person seats. There is always an awkward unspoken exchange when it comes time for the filling of the middle position over the issue of whether the aisle sitter on the three-person-bench should move over and become the middle sitter or stand up and force the newcomer to take the worst seat of all.
It has been raining a lot in Sydney this month. Actually we’ve only had a couple of dry days out of the last few weeks. Rain seems to affect Sydney-siders more than people in many other cities around the world. Driving is particularly affected, with a reported 500 crashes in the second half of the very rainy May. I know what you are thinking. “The rain brings all the oil to the surface of the road and makes it extra slippery.” That may be true if it sprinkles for ten minutes but our roads have been more like rivers lately and any oil has began to make its way to the Gulf of Mexico by now, where it feels more at home. Too soon, right? Sorry.
My dog, Jones, has several bad habits the latest of which is that of clawing and digging at our polished timber door when we are not home. I’m not sure why he does this but I have many theories: either he is trying to open the door in which case he is simply daft, as he has neither the thumbs nor the height needed to unlock it. Or perhaps he is genuinely distressed and goes slightly mental when he can’t see us. As the majority of the door is glass he could be trying to fight off a mysterious and puzzling twin dog in the reflection. Whatever the reason I need a solution.